Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-02-18

lures from the wall s1d put in the frame
harvest scene or some bright aud gay
spectacle? "Ah," you say, "it l should
remove all these mementoes OF my de-
parted friends, that would not take away
the killing pictures that are hanging in
the gallery of my own heart" Well, if
that does not help you, why do you not
plunge into society and try to
wash of in worldly gayeties
all these assoilments of toe
soul? "Oh," you say, az have tried
that! but how can | hear other children
lsugh when my children are silent How
can l see other happy families when my
own happy family is broken up? Trouble,
trouble," But do you gain anything by
brooding over your misfOrtunes, by sit
ting down in & dark room, BY COMPARE
son Of the sweet past with the bitter
present. "No; that makes things
worse" But have 10 tell YOU to-day
that the Christ OF all sympathy presents
Himself.
Is there anybody in this house that can
get along without sympathy E? I 90 not
think | would live day without it. And
Yet there are great many who seem TO
get along without any Civine sympathy.
Their fortune in the counting-rOom, or in
the store, or in the insurance cOmp4ny,
takes wings and flies away They button
MP g penniless pocket. They sit down in
penury where Cnce ther had GfiluenCe,
and yet there IS no Jesus to stand by
taem and say: "Ol, man. there are
treasures that never fail, in banks that
never break! l viii take care of you. I
own the cattle on q thousand hills, and
you shall never want" They have no
such divine Saviour to say that to them.
| do not know how they get along Death
comes to the nursery. Que voice l.ss IN
the household. One less fountain Of Joy
and laughter. Two hands less to be busy
all day. Two feet less TO bound through
the hall. Shadow after shadow following
through that household, yet no Jesus to
stand there and say: 81 am the Shep-
herd. That lamb is not lost. | took il
off the cold mountains. Alps we'll" Oh,
can you tell me the mystery Can you
solve it ? Tell me how it is that men and
women with aches, and pains, and sor-
rows, and losses, and eXssperations, and
bereaVements, can get along without 8
Sympathizing Christ ? l cannot under
stand it.
But come here to say this morning
that if you really want divine sympathy
you can have il. There are two or three
passages of Scripture that throb with
pity and Kindness and love. "Cast thy
burden on the Lord aud lie viii sustain
thee" "Come unto Me vi We who are
weary and heavy laden and | viii give you
rest" Oh, there are green pastures
where the Heavenly Shepherd Leads he
sick and wounded Ci tue flock, When
all the other trees Of the orchard fail,
God has one tree Of frui. for His dear
children. Though the organ walls out
its requiem, there comes afterw&rd
song, chant, an anthem, a battle-march, !
4 coronation, & victory. Do you not I.
want the sympathy Of Jesus? l offer it /
this morning to every man and woman in !
this house; you need Him. Or, how /
much you need Hin,
There was q chaplain in the GrnyJ
unto death. While lying fhere.I
IN the field he heard at great distance,F
If some one crying out in greSt paiaSI
'Oa, my God" and he said oThimseH II
am dying, but l think, perhapssT
,Ould help that man. Although l can't
walk III Just roll over to where ne isl
So he rolled over in his own blood ,-isnd
oiled over the bodies of the slam, and
oiled on until he came to where the
Dther man was dying, and pat, as it were,
lis wound against that wound, and his
sorrow against that sorrow, and helped
% alleviate it. And so it seems to me
hat Jesus Christ hears the groan OF our
sorrow, the grosn of our poverty, the
,roan of our wretchedness, and comes to
he relief. He comes rolling over sin and
orroW to the place where we lie on the
battlefield, and He puts over US the arm
II His everlasting love; and | see that
nm and hand are wounded; and as He
,uts that arm over US | can hear Him
ay: 81 have loved thee with an ever
asting love-" Oh that you might feel
mis- morning the power and coincidence
# q sympathiZing Jesus!
Further, | remark: The last great in
tallment paid for our redemption was
ne demise of Christ. The world has
cen many dark days. About fifteen sum-
lers ago there was very dark day when
he sun was eclipsed. the fowl at noon !
ay went to their perch, and we felt
loom as we looked at the astronomical
'onder. 1t was dark day in London
'hen the plague was at its height, and
ne dead with uncovered faces were
aken in open carts and dumped in the
renCheS. 1t was & dark day when the I
arth opened and Lisbon sank; but the I
arkest day since the creation of the
'orld was the day when the carnage of l
alyary was enacted. 1t was ABOUT noon c
men the curtain began to be drawn. 1t |
as not the coming on of 4 night that J
)othes and refreshes; it was the swing I
IL OF great gloom all around the 1
eavens. God hung it. As when there t
dead one in the house you bow the |
lutters or turn the lattice, so God in the [
.ternoon shut the windows of the world. V
; it is appropriate to throw a black pail n
pom the cotitu as it passes along, so it
as appropriate that everything should
2 sember that day as the great nearse of o
e earth rolled on, bearing the corpse of a
lie King. g
A mans last hours are ordinarily kept i
cred. However you may have hated or
man, when you hear he is
'lnS silence puts It's hand on your lips,
Id you would have a loathing for the
an who could stand by deathbed max A
g faces and scoffing. But Christ in his
st hour cannot be left alone What
lrsuing him yet after so long q pursuit? .,
Ou have been drinking his tears, do you
ant to drink his blood? They came up ~
osely, so that, Notwithstanding the J'
rknes, they can glut their revenge W
th the contortions of his countenance. h
hey examine his feet. They want to F
Ell for themselves whether those feet are NJ
ally spiked. They put out their hands W
ID touch the spikes, and bring them CT
ok wet with blood, and wipe them on &c
cir garments. CT
Women stand there and weep, but can &C
no good. 1t is no place for tender nj
arted women. It wants heart that W
ime has turned to granite. The waves hi
mans hatred and of bells vengeance